She is with him. That blessed feeling of pure comfort when being cherished. She can't move and has to remain on her back. He finds a way of putting his left arm under her head and lies on his side flat against her body. She is not asking, hazy under her medicine but he is telling her of the years apart: the anger, the longing, and the monsters, all in quiet rumble of his soothing voice. No sunlight, just night shadows, just perfect.
Her eyes are not bothered by the treacherous light but the numbing is slipping away and new feelings push out the pleasant ones: itching, burning, pain when she inhales. Fuck, why does she needs to inhale so much and so often? Hm, does he actually breathe rarely or is it just the heartbeat that is four times slower? She will ask him that tonight. She can now see the outlines of the furniture and hears the drumming outside: the rain is playing for her. She smiles, it is easy to remember the dream in this dark room, tonight's dream was good, he was good and he was there.
She doesn't think her visitor will be stopped by the rain today. Though, portals are not to be used – they are much more traceable than regular foot or horse. She is told, the healing is going good. That is the healing of the body. Her sole as her magical powers is yet another question. One is not even down yet – but quite more to go.